Noema

Thrown out onto the street, like a mangy, fetid dog.
They screamed at her. She was not not fit to live
Under that roof.

He mind, reduced to ashes,
By their studies, and their problems.
They tried to hold her back into life, with their course
Of electric shocks.

Many years went by in her solitary confinement,
In a poor forgotten world,
Where the people have no minds.

Somebody saw her, one day, asleep there
On the ground, naked and with no shelter,
And dreaming about nothing,
Her oldest, cruelest friend.

And then at last, one day, her chance came around,
To go back and build her life again.
She found nothing but treason.
Her body, in ruins, her starved empty hands,
In her eyes a distant gaze. So she chose her way.
Voices and noises flooding in, to drown her mind,
Destroying her fragile conscious remains

She wants from you - Noema!
Ask of yourself - She!
To the madman give all of your patience.
This was she - Noema!
Didn't value - She!
That world full of indifference.

Justice - love - truth - peace - freedom!

And who lives by the sword, dies by the sword.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Who evil sews, evil will receive.
Do not do to others, as you would not
Have them do to you.